..more......harder....Oh my...I....god that is naughty.....Am I naughty boys...."No answer, but a loud slap, one more.....and "Oh...please...yes...."......a slap...."I...a naughty girl....I deserve it...".....two slaps...."god...not more.....fuck me....oh oh....."Beebeep.....a picture.....my wifes face.....grims of orgasm.....Beebeep....picture zoomed out.....wife on all four, tits hanging, a man behind her, pulling her hair, her head is forced backwards......Beebeep....picture..she laid on her. She was more likely to fall asleep in a relaxing warm bubble bath or in her undergarments on the couch watching the news. She just didn’t have that burst of energy like she did five or ten years ago. That was rather disturbing to her at that moment. She felt old. And she wasn’t. She was a youthful 27 in appearance, but what her body belied on the outside gave way to an inner seeping of strength into the eternal darkness of night. She was driven in her week as a therapist, and that was quite. " A second later I reached out and wrapped long strands of her hair in my clinched fist. I put my other arm around her waist and caught her clit between my thumb and fore finger. As I began to squeeze her clit I started a rhythmic pounding with my hips. "That's it. Pull my hair and fuck me HARD. Hurt me. That's it. Keep fucking me. I'm cumming........." Another wave of orgasm raced through her and this time she did scream. But, I didn't slow down. All I could feel was the cum starting to boil. “Piccadilly Circus!” hailed the conductor and Janet rose from her seat.Stepping from the red double-decker she instantly felt conscious of being a young female alone in Piccadilly; easily mistaken for a prostitute.Her dark hair contrasted against her white face; her slight frame in a brief evening dress. She so hoped he would be on time; it was their first date.But then he was by her side, “Take my arm and call me Charlie!” he chuckled.He was 34, smartly-suited like the other office staff now.